"She bought some Feverfew – a plant that looks like a daisy – and she gave it to him to plant in his box. It’s an herb people say can cure fevers. A pretty little plant and the leaves smell good when you work around them and best of all it seeds itself, which means it will grow again next summer. Tough little thing. But you need to be tough to live in a concrete box all winter along with the Coke bottles and the straws. And the Feverfew is tough enough for that and not without dignity. And last weekend when she was grocery shopping Morley spent another five dollars. She bought a box of grape hyacinth bulbs and she planted them one night last week when Emil had left for the night, thinking as she scraped at the hard dirt in Emil’s box, that they’ll come in the spring and they’ll surprise him. Thinking about something she had read by Rohinton Mistry. Something about that fine line between compassion and foolishness, kindness and weakness ... wondering always about how firm to stand, how much to bend." - From Stuart McLean's Emil
"It’s an Ailanthus, known also as the Tree of Heaven. A persistent and resourceful little tree that was brought to New York years ago from Asia, and thrives in urban environments. A tree that can sprout in a crack of the pavement and under porches and decks and apparently, in cars. Dave’s plant will keep growing until it is nearly sixty feet tall. And at the end of every summer it will produce small yellow-green flowers. And in the early fall the flowers will be followed by beautiful, ruddy fruit, bearing seeds with little wings ... like maple keys. Its leaves will come late in the spring and every spring Dave will think his tree has died, until suddenly it comes alive. Every spring a miracle. And every spring when the leaves finally come, Dave will stand in his backyard and think of this summer and the tiny seedling he found in his car. And he will look at his tree and think … that things survive. Even without his presence. Even without him, life goes on. Life has a will of its own and he needn’t worry. His job isn’t to worry or do things. His job is to watch and wonder."- From Stuart McLean's Tree of Heaven
AND AND AND ... that's how it goes.